Mrs. Huo wants to have a second child

Chapter 265 Burns

"Teacher Gu."

A rather gentle voice came from behind Gu Nansheng.

He turned around and wasn't surprised to see someone coming. "You're here? What are you cooking?"

The red dot on the camera kept flashing, indicating that the program was being recorded live.

As late autumn turns into winter, the air is filled with dry and cool air.

Gu Nansheng had learned his lesson and did not choose to go outside to do any romantic interactions. Instead, he chose to stay and be one of the people who made lunch. Even though he could not cook, this was a selling point after all.

Shang Que also stayed.

"I'll make a simple soup. The weather is cold, and drinking some soup can warm your body." Shang Que washed his hands, picked up the apron hanging on the chair beside him, and tied it around his waist neatly.

Gu Nansheng nodded enviously. He couldn't do anything, but, "I'll make some porridge."

Shang Que paused, seeing his serious expression, and then smiled, "...plain porridge is also fine."

Gu Nansheng hurriedly washed the rice and put it into the pot. When he turned around, he saw Shang Que was already processing the chicken nuggets.

He looked at Shang Que in shock, marveling at his excellent cooking skills, "So fast?"

When he saw the ingredients just now, what was placed on the chopping board was clearly a whole white chicken, but now it was just chicken pieces neatly arranged on the plate.

Shang Que smiled shyly, "It's fine. Do you eat lotus root?"

Gu Nansheng exclaimed, "Eat, what's wrong?"

"Seeing that you have cooked white porridge, I plan to make a cold dish to go with it." As he said this, Shang Que had already picked up the lotus root nodes beside him and washed and peeled them.

"Then can you teach me how to do it? I want to learn too." Gu Nansheng looked at his skillful appearance and couldn't help but admire him. He looked at Shang Que with starry eyes full of admiration.

Being stared at so blatantly, Shang Que's face flushed red. He bit his lip and lowered his head to avoid Gu Nansheng's gaze, stuttering uncontrollably, "Okay... okay, if you want to learn."

"Thank you."

While the two were talking, the porridge that Gu Nansheng was cooking in the pot had already boiled, and a faint smell of burnt pot came from the bottom of the pot.

Gu Nansheng frowned, sniffed, and exclaimed, "My porridge!"

He exclaimed and rushed to save his porridge, which might still be saved.

"what!"

But just as he picked up the soup spoon from the pot, the hot handle burned his palm red, and the pain made Gu Nansheng gasp.

"Let me take a look." Shang Que held Gu Nansheng's hand with his wet hand and carefully checked his injuries, with genuine concern and worry in his eyes.

Then I turned on the faucet beside me and held his hand while cooling down under the running water.

The pain in his palm eased a little, and Gu Nansheng stopped grimacing. He cursed himself in frustration and annoyance, "I'm so stupid. I burned myself like this while cooking porridge."

Hearing this, Shang Que comforted her softly, "I used to burn myself accidentally when I didn't know how to cook. This is normal. Just be more careful next time."

"Really?" Gu Nansheng was easily comforted.

"Ah."

Seeing that the flushing time was almost up, Shang Que raised his hand and turned off the switch.

"Is it done?" Gu Nansheng looked down at the palm of his hand.

Shang Que wiped Gu Nansheng's hands clean with the kitchen paper beside him. "Well, sit here for a while. I'll get the burn ointment."

"Oh, alright."

Gu Nansheng just sat in the small dining room in front of the kitchen, holding his right hand with his left hand, waiting, looking unusually well-behaved.

The directors on the monitor couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat as they watched this scene.

The waiting time was longer than expected. Gu Nansheng held his palm and looked at it. The place that was originally just red had begun to have some blisters appearing sporadically.

When I pressed it with my index finger, I felt a soft, fluctuating touch, which was only slightly painful.

Gu Nansheng heard footsteps and thought it was Shang Que. He looked up and the emotion in his eyes suddenly became dull and gloomy. "Why is it you?"

"Show me your hands."

Because he ran here, Qin Jinchuan was breathing slightly while speaking.

Gu Nansheng pinched the hand in his hand and hid it, saying stubbornly, "It's not serious. It won't affect the show. Don't worry about it, Mr. Qin."

He stood up and prepared to leave the kitchen.

However, Qin Jinchuan stretched out his long arm and pressed the man down on the chair by the waist.

"Hey! Qin Jinchuan!"

Gu Nansheng held down Qin Jinchuan's hand that was abnormally across his waist and blushed.

Bending down to stop the man, Qin Jinchuan forcefully pulled Gu Nansheng's right hand over, carefully pried it open, and frowned, "Your hand is in this state! Isn't it serious?"

Qin Jinchuan's tone was fierce and serious. Gu Nansheng was actually frightened for a moment and couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "It's my hand that hurts, why are you so fierce..."

"You feel the pain too?" Qin Jinchuan took out the burn ointment and gently applied it on the palm of his hand.

Gu Nansheng pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Okay, be careful not to get wet."

Qin Jinchuan put the ointment into his suit pocket and whispered instructions to him.

After all, Gu Nansheng was very soft-hearted. She rarely agreed, but she lowered her head and didn't look at him. "Yeah."

After a while, he saw that the person did not leave, but instead took the apron beside him and tied it around his waist. Gu Nansheng was puzzled and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Qin Jinchuan raised his eyes and met his gaze. "Don't you want to drink porridge?"

Gu Nansheng choked and thought, what does he mean by wanting to drink porridge? If he could cook other dishes, what kind of porridge would he cook to burn himself like this?

But then he became confused again. He had lived with Qin Jinchuan for so many years and had never seen anyone else enter the kitchen, except to drink water, of course.

"You can cook? How come I don't know that?" Gu Nansheng looked at him suspiciously.

Qin Jinchuan's eyes darkened slightly, and with a hint of pain, he looked at him, "When are you free to eat?"

Well, Gu Nansheng successfully shut up. He was indeed busy before.

But then he remembered something. He looked towards the door leading to the outside of the kitchen. "Where's Shang Que? Why hasn't he come back yet?"

Thinking that the other person was still looking for medicine for him, Gu Nansheng decided to go out and take a look.

"Boss Qin, please take your time to cook the porridge. I'll go out first."

"Where are you going?" Qin Jinchuan was unhappy. He was already making porridge for him, so how could he go out?

Gu Nansheng looked at him, finding his suit and tie so incompatible with the cartoon apron hilarious. He curled his lips and said to him with a smile, "What does this have to do with you, Mr. Qin? You should just focus on making your porridge. Maybe it can even gild your image as a diamond bachelor."

After saying that, Gu Nansheng ignored him and strode out.

Qin Jinchuan looked at Gu Nansheng's back and smiled, his smile full of nostalgia.

As soon as Gu Nansheng stepped out of the living room, he saw Shang Que walking in with a bag of medicine.

He stepped forward and waved, "Shang Que!"

Shang Que also saw him and walked towards him, his face full of apology, "I'm sorry, Teacher Gu, I kept you waiting for so long."

He had just asked the director team for burn ointment, but the staff told him that the only spare burn ointment had been taken away.

Gu Nansheng shook his head, looked at the medicine in his hand, then looked at his own palm which had been treated, and suddenly felt a little guilty.

Shang Que didn't notice anything unusual, and held up the medicine in his hand, "I went to the pharmacy, so I came back a little late."

Then he pointed to the sofa beside him and said, "Go over there. I'll apply some medicine on you."

Shang Que's serious and responsible look made Gu Nansheng feel even more ashamed. He calmly wiped the gel on his hand onto his trouser leg and followed Shang Que's footsteps.

Sitting on the sofa, Gu Nansheng put his hands on the armrest on the side of the sofa and cooperated with Shang Que in applying medicine to him.

Applying the medicine was very simple, and Shang Que had it done in less than two minutes.

After applying the medicine, he put it into a bag and handed it to Gu Nansheng, "Keep this medicine. Apply it several times a day and you will be healed soon."

"Well, thank you, Shang Que." Gu Nansheng said gratefully, but his eyes involuntarily looked towards the kitchen.

Seeing that there was no one in the kitchen, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Gu Nansheng was afraid that Qin Jinchuan would see this scene, otherwise the man's possessiveness might flare up again.